New Draft of Troy's Fanfiction (18/08/2011)

This one is only a thousand words

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

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“Wake up Bob. Time to go to work.” I tapped the end of my pencil against the top of the white skull on the shelf in my laboratory. “I need your help figuring this out.”

Orange dots appeared in the eye sockets of the skull. Slowly it swivelled to face me as I begin pulling things off the other shelves and setting them up on the centre table.

“Do you know what time it is boss?” Bob the Skull asked. “Its barely dusk and you want me to wake up now. Give me five minutes and play the alarm again.” With that the orange dots went out.

“No Bob, wake up now. This is important and I need your help.” I bounced the pencil again off the top of the skull and the orange orbs flashed back into brilliance.

“Fine, whatever. Never am I ever appreciated around here.” Bob began his usual grumbling but I knew he was up and ready to go. “ So what is it this time? More movie monsters or do we finally get something fun like Nymphs. I do like a good Nymph or two.”

“Nope,” I answered, “I just came up against the Big Bad Wolf, or one of his ugly cousins.”

Bob made put a whistling sound, which is always creepy, as he has no lips. “The Big Bad Wolf? As in the one from all those fairy stories?”

I looked at him thoughtfully for a moment “I think so. It made out like it was from Red Riding Hood and played the creepy card way over the top”

“So what happened?” Bob asked.

I proceed to tell him what had gone on that day. Bob was already aware of the missing Rogers family as he had help put together the tracking spell that had led me to Murphy’s house. I told him about entering the house and seeing the wolf there disguised as Murphy. I told him about the creepy dialogue play we had done and seeing it’s true form in the mirror.

“Conjoined objects” Bob had called it. The way he explained it was, that the same craftsmen, had built each dresser at the same time, with the same materials. As such there was a link between the two that the wolf had played on allowing him to pass through to Murphy’s house and bypassing her threshold.

I told him about the fight between us, disembowelling the wolf, and pulling the Rogers out. I told him about the kicking his ass back into Fairy through a way and then getting my ass kicked as he came back. I ended the tale on Murphy standing out side with her gun, a red mass where the wolfs head had been and me laying there looking up at her as if seeing an angel with a halo around her. And by the end of the tale Bob was laughing his skull off.

“So your telling me,” he said between chuckles “That you just got your ass handed to you by a fairy tale.” His skull rolled around his shelf as he carried on laughing.

“You didn’t see this thing Bob,” I growled “It was frickin deadly.”

“And,” Bob carried on as if not even hearing me “you got cast as the girl, with Murphy saving you from the big doggie.” Bob was laughing so hard he nearly rolled off his shelf.

I grabbed the ball-peen hammer I kept by my table and took a few practice swings. I got a steady rhythm up and advanced on the skull. Bob gulped (how can you gulp when you have no throat) and edged backwards.

“Look boss.” He said. I could hear the fear in his voice. “There is no need to do something drastic that can’t be undone. You can put the hammer down now.”

I glared at him. “If you want to stop me smashing you skull to bits Bob, then if I were you I would get to telling me everything you know about these creatures.”

“Right,” Bob replied quickly “’The Big Bad Wolf’, Well it’s a creature of Fairy. Or more specifically Winter. Was one of Mab’s top enforcers. There were all good in a fight, easily be able to fight there way to the end and that’s when things would go horrible wrong for them.”

“Wrong? How so?” I asked my anger have subsided.

“Just like in the fairy tales, once they thought they had won that would get complacent and became easily tricked.” Bob instructed “Mab, after repeated failures, became infuriated with them and after humans began to not fear them anymore saw no need in having them and banished them to the outer edge of Fairy. Most consider them wild Fay now.”

“So then why attack Murphy?”

“Oh that’s simple. They want to win favour back with Mab, and this has given them the perfect situation to try. A blonde girl.” I looked inquiringly at Bob. “A women then.” He corrected himself. “Her Grandmothers house, a nearby hunter.” Bob looked at me.

I shrugged “what does all that mean?”

“Fairies like them have to follow specific patterns and between you two, you fulfilled all the requirements they needed. It was a prefect setup and gave them a perfect opportunity to prove their services to Mab. By bringing one of the people that helped attack Arctis Tor to the Winter Queen, and proving they weren’t screw-up’s, all in an attempt to win back favour.”

“It didn’t pay off.” I said. “They still lost”

“Exactly.” Said Bob “Patterns are rarely broken. Theirs, not for several centuries.”

“So do I have to worry about more coming back”?

“I wouldn’t think so.” said Bob thoughtfully. “But to be safe we will put up a protection at Murphy’s, something to repair the hole you’ve left there. Stop them getting in that way at least.”

Bob and I spent the next several hours working in my lab piecing together the parts of the spell I was going to use to properly close The Way. Fairy tales are real? I shouldn’t be surprised really. I mean I had ridden a dinosaur before.